*** (Note: this is a short post intended for our F45 community in Baton Rouge, relating to our upcoming yoga evening sessions. Too many words for Linkedin, so I posted here, first. Just an FYI, to all my readers (hi mom).) … Sometimes a crude, or simple illustration is the best way to get a
(Excerpt below, in italics, is from the sixth installment of the Harry Potter Series, “The Half Blood Prince.” I say “excerpt,” unofficially, because I wrote it from memory. I’m like 99 percent sure it’s accurate…) … The rain came, heavy, smashing into the stone turrets and dancing upon the highest towers of Hogwarts Castle. Wind
Let me save you some time right out the gate and tell you to go read “Spark: The Revolutionary New Science of Exercise and the Brain”; if you want the real substance. What I am going to say is good, because I’m good, but I think it most prudent if you go read the full
I’m sitting in a coffee shop with a feint morning light splintering the room; two chairs next to me are occupied. I’m wearing reading glasses devoid of prescription and I’m taking aim at an attractive girl that is best described as earthy/edgy/book-holding-sultry; she digs the glasses to fair-trade vibe I’m putting out. When the coffee
I like to think there is a certain credibility that goes along with tattooing personal beliefs on the body. A certain conviction that emboldens ones mantra and being. I hope that’s true, anyways, or Nancy* was definitely right and justified in removing me from her will… I just say that, though—and lead with it—because that
I’m not sure what this is. A quick posit of thought and insight, I think. Insight and thought that is simple. Success, redefined, simply. … “Man, all I need is job that pays six figures and then I can buy a house in here. Then I will be happy. No doubt.” My buddy made this
MEDITATION EXPLAINED… KIND OF (This post is written in response/supplement to Anthony Ranaudo’s latest post upon meditation. If you don’t want to read it again, or haven’t yet, it was great. It was great and in it he shared his personal experiences and routine with meditation. Check out his website and post here: http://www.ranaudo-baseball.com/2018/11/06/mentalhealthandmeditation/ )
I’m eleven years old and I’m playing soccer. It is halftime, and Nancy and Pam brought orange slices. As a team we are trailing 2 to 1. This is a big game—the Supershots have no chance at a division title if we lose this one. Coach Doug and Coach Bruce are leading an impassioned speech,
“Oh God,” Nancy pouted into the phone, “you’re not going to Asia again, are you?” I had just mentioned to my mother (Nancy), a book I recently finished, The Road to Character. The book, written by author David Brooks, examines the different measures of success, eventually working to address what is real and what is
Dress Run (New Orleans, LA) The Red Dress Run is a run for charity. It is a good cause and an even better time. Below is a personal account of my experience, from last year. If you haven’t attended, you should do so. Everything I do I do for charity… 8:45 – Cellular phone alarm
(#NationalRunningDay was last week. Apologies for a delayed, hashtag irrelevant post. My mom was trying to log into my Netflix account to watch Madmen but couldn’t figure it out. She needed my help, so I was late getting the post up.) Whenever a hashtag is involved, and something is trending on Twitter, it
A pained resignation, audible as a sigh, was all I got. Nancy was over it. When my mom found out about my tattoo—pretty substantially placed on the right arm and shoulder—I anticipated some fireworks. I anticipated them, and, really, kind of wanted them. But I didn’t get any. My name wasn’t removed from any will
